Lovely childhood days!!!!!!

I feel like a stranger in my own blog. Couldn’t update something for quite a while. Anyways got something to write now.... This is a very old incident, from my childhood days. If I could remember correctly, I was in 4 th grade and was studying in KV 1 in Chandigarh. Once my mamaji came to stay with us, I was very happy as he is only 6 yrs older to me and is like a elder brother to me. After few days, he decided to head back to his village. I also wanted to go with him but my mom didn't agree to this.

But I am very rigid and adamant, so somehow my mom agreed and told my mama for my admission in Bulandshar. Finally, we reached the village; there my nani was waiting for me. She fondly used to me "Mangta"(there is storybehind this name also). She was a sweetheart but she is no more with us.

Lets come back to the story, my started the task given by my mom "My admission in KV".Mama and me went to the the school for my admission but there was some problem in admission as my father was not there. The Principal needed some letter but it not possible for my father to come. Mamaji decided to call my other cousin mamaji who was a govt. employee. He told me to stay back there, gave me some money and asked me not to leave the place till he returns.

I was enjoying chips outside the school, but he didn't return for 2 hours. I decided to go home myself. I bought some bananas from a nearby shop for my nani and started my journey back home. I had no idea, where to take bus; suddenly I saw a bullock cart there. I asked the uncle on the bullock cart to help me. He laughed and readily agreed to drop me near the sugar farm. It took nearly three hours to reach.

There was chaos and drama as I opened the gate. My mom was scolding my mama and all the three were crying. My mom came rushing towards me, slapped me and again started crying.

When they saw banana in my hands, everybody started laughing.

I really miss my childhood days!!!!!!

Memorable Day of my Life

This is one incident which happened during Diwali last year. It is still vivid in front of my eyes. My papa was here and we decided to celebrate the Diwali in my village with my Dadi. My father is in army as I had mentioned earlier, our ancestors were farmers, so there was the blood of farmer still in him.

So finally the day came when we were at our village and I in particular was very happy because I was here after three years. I was a wonderful morning and from morning itself I was very excited to go to Farm. I was insisting my father but he was busy in something else.

Finally in the afternoon me and my sister's, after taking permission from my Dadi, started our journey towards the farms which we refer to as “Khoti Wale khate” . Our farms were near the river and there were lots of monkeys there. As we were passing by many of them looked at us like aliens. We were really enjoying ourselves. But this happiness was not long lasting. As I reached the farms there, my feet started to tremble. I was numb suddenly and my sister wondered what was the reason.

As I looked across our fields were flooded with water. The rice plants were dry and were ready to be cut. Papa had decided to commence the cutting on Monday, the day after Diwali. I felt sad for my papa and Dadi(grand mom) as they did work hard on this for six months. We decided to go back call papa but it would rather be late. So we both decided to do something ourselves. As I entered the field it was knee there was knee deep water and as our fields were at lower level, the water was rushing in at a great pressure. Near to our fields some ladies were working, I asked a shovel from them and tried to put mud on the point where water was entering. But the water was gushing in with lot of pressure. A boy who was working in the field nearby helped us and somehow we succeeded. Papa arrived at the scene after thirty minutes and he put some mud and wood to prevent any further leakage that could happen.

Our clothes were fully wet but it was really adventurous. Papa said “I am proud of my daughters”. I also got hurt near my eyes during this but was satisfied.

In the evening we all celebrated Diwali.

Valentine's Day

So finally the month of Valentine's Day is approaching. I assume everybody reading this, would know

What is this day meant for? :) It’s a western concept but now I believe it’s accepted worldwide. Though still it is widely opposed by Hindu Fundamentalists. Still I believe this custom is here to stay.

For me this day is a "Symbol of Love". I really feel if you really love someone be it in your family, friends, you should express it in words. Because now a days, people have become so obsessed with oneself that they really forget this basic thing .... To express love.

I really this feel this for my little sweetheart, aged only 13 years. Every day she says that "you don’t love me anymore" and "you don't have time for me". So I make it a point to bring kurkure and chocolates for her when I come from office and she loves it. We also go sometimes to eat golgappa.

When I was in my school, guys used to put roses on the girl's desk. The girls used to be very happy and try to find out who had done this but in vain. This was great fun!!!

My dad says this day "lafango ka Din hai yeh"

To this, I say this to my dad that this day is not for boys/girls but its for everybody whom you love it may be absolutely anyone. He would laugh off to this.

So make this day wonderful with your loved ones and don't behave like what my papa said!!!

Meaning of Dreams !!!

Dreams can be defined as something which comes to us in the state of unconsciousness. Our logic and reasoning tends to be dormant. These dreams come to us mostly when we are sleeping. It may be something beyond our imagination. This was beautifully illustrated in the latest Hollywood blockbuster "Avatar". Dreams may sometimes turn into nightmares which may awake us in the middle of a night. I used to have this in my schooling days which I had mentioned earlier.

The best kind of dream which many would not categorize as a dream is "Day Dreaming". This is something which we want to achieve in future or some unfulfilled wishes of the past. They are very spontaneous and recurring. They keep us aware of where our energies should be concentrated on!!! There are many such dreams in my life also.

As I had mentioned earlier I quite a lot of time travelling and this is the time where I cannot help but dream. My dreams aren't different (or probably may be ) from any one's dream. I wish to have three big luxurious homes. One for my parents and siblings. Other for me and would be future family. Wondering about the third one!!!

The third one would be where I would go when I will have fights with my husband. Three, four luxury cars would be enough. I still wonder why I want these!!!

I want be a successful person in my lfe also so that my papa would be proud of it!!! May be a good position in a Government job or have my own company!!!

These things may seem impossible at this stage without hard work. But I am a firm believer that nothing is impossible. As someone said "chase your dreams". I believe every invention and every success be it in any field would have been "dream" someday.

These are some dreams which I want to achieve without hurting anyone's feelings. Here at last I would quote my favourite lines "Bas itna ho ki main bhi bhuki rahu aur koi shadu bhi bhuka na rahe”!!!

papa accident

One fine evening I asked my father to buy a scooty for me. Reason: I face problems in going to office. He happily agreed to this idea but my mom was very much infuriated by this idea. She is my "loving Hitler" as we siblings sometimes refer her to as. She just started scolding both me and my papa. Then an idea struck my mind. I provoked him by telling him "Kya papa aap bhi na maa se dar gaye". As it is he is in army this was enough to excite him. I was very happy because this was the first step towards my scooty. We searched for scooty's model over the internet at about 12 am. After lot of search we finally agreed upon "Activa".I couldn't sleep whole night as I was very excited.

I woke up to a very cold chilly morning next day. I had my breakfast and quitely reminded papa about our plan. When "Hitler" came to know about this, she warned us both that she would not allow us both to enter home if we returned back with scooty. We laughed off to this warning, papa started the scooter and we left.

Luck was not with us that day!!! As we were on our way my dad was riding behind a auto. Suddenly the auto stopped. Papa applied brakes but somehow the scooter got misbalanced and we both fell on the road. I got some minor scratches in my legs and hands. I immediately started weeping. Some people gathered around us and consoled us. Some of them asked about my wellness but I was not in a position to tell anything. After about 30 minutes papa asked if we proceed for the scooty or return back home. I knew papa was hurt badly and I was very scared. I told him that we return back home. I don't know how he started the scooter and somehow we returned home. My dad asked me to lock the garage and he went upstairs to our flat. He asked him not to describe this to mom but I thought how that was possible.

When I entered the room, papa was lying on the bed and nobody was aware about the incident. I couldn't resist myself and described the whole incident. Hearing this, Hitler again started.

Meanwhile she rushed and came back with some ointment. Her eyes were filled with tears while she applied the ointment on our wounds. I was laughing all though this because this was not the first time papa met with an accident. As this was going on, papa suddenly said “Thank you God my daughter is safe".

Hearing these words, I realized how much papa loves me!!!

He was badly hurt, still not able to walk properly but he was thanking God for me.

This is one of the incidents which make me believe how much pains my parents take and how many sacrifices they make for me!!!

I love my Papa and Mom so much!!!!

Delhi City and Me

It has been quite a scary and harrowing experience for me. When I say "I don't like Delhi”, I am not the first person saying this, there are many others who would agree to this. My family is staying in Delhi for 6 years now. When I was doing my B.Tech. in Chandigarh, I used to come over here during my vacations. But never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I would work here.

In Chandigarh, we never used to travel by bus neither did we have any frequent traffic blocks. But in Delhi, this is a everyday thing!!! It was July, last year that I relocated to Delhi for my new job. During my early days here, I used to cry in the bus because it took so much time to reach home. Daily 5 hours of my day goes in travelling. That’s mathematically one-fifth of your life goes in travelling... Just imagine!!! What make the worse is that, there is so much rush in the bus. There is hardly any place to even stand. But now I seem to be enjoying this because it makes me realize what life is all about. This city has taught me one thing – the struggle that we do to find a place in the bus closely resembles the struggle that we do in real life for survival.

Our days start with running and ends with running. In between we hurt so many people, but do we realise this? Life has become a marathon!!! Our lives changes dramatically once we shift from college life to corporate life - where it simply means "survival for the fittest". I also feel that in "corporate life" we do not have time for ourselves. Just like any other people residing in Delhi, I have never visited India Gate, Lal Quila etc. People come to visit these places from abroad. I simply don't have time. I believe the people reading this blog would agree to this. If anybody has any different opinion, please let me know!!!

heart touching story

In everybody’s life, a moment comes when one realizes there are some things more important in life than just money, success and other worldly pleasures. One such moment came when I was pursuing my B. Tech in Chandigarh. My college was situated in a very remote location. One day it was raining very heavily and I had no means to go. So, I decided to stay in the room. Later I went to the market to buy some food for me. Just nearby the market there was big ground. My heart stopped beating for a moment when I saw the condition of the people in that ground. In the ground some poor people used to stay and because of heavy rain the ground was flooded with water, their tents and beds were all wet. There were so many little children and women. The men there were looking so helpless. I wish, I could have done something for them.

I thanked God that day several times as to how lucky I was, for giving me such wonderful parents who gave me so much love and a home to stay. I also believe that one should not feel jealous and be unhappy looking at people who are superior to you in money wise. It does mean that you are satisfied with whatever you get, we should try to excel in life in whatever we do. But sometimes take a moment to help those who are downtrodden and poor, like the people who were on the ground that day!!!